![]() ![]() In re-reading 'Axiomatic' in 2020 that "wow" has other intensities: the banality of the proposition that sexual meanings structure knowledge (eyeroll: yes, we know) and how it is "Axiomatic" itself - and its centrality to the invention of and institutionalization of what we know as "Queer Studies" - that has made it possible to be bored in exactly this way. A very Sedgwick fantasy, of course: these memories of the anticipation of something I only later came to realize as significant. That summer of 1991 was heady in lots of ways: I was living in a liminal space (the about to and the having done) my desire for friendship and friends had become increasingly bound up with politics and writing and "Axiomatic," whose contours I could only barely follow but whose importance I sensed, accompanied me as an obscure companion. When I first read "Axiomatic," I'd finished my BA in English at the University of York (UK), and was about to start my MA in Women's Studies. ![]() I re-read Sedgwick's Epistemology of the Closet for this collective engagement with core texts from 1990, and was reminded of the vertiginous nature of her audacious claims about sexuality and knowledge. ![]()
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